Category Archives: Football

Diss & Dat(a): Tuesday’s Riffs

On holiday in the late 80s, I ran into a Memphis State fan.

Who was actually a good dude. True.

When he extolled the virtues of 50s star Win Wilfong, I realized he was a lifer/ acolyte for the Tigers as I was for the Cardinals.

At some point during the good natured back and forth, he said, “You know we always thought the McCrays played for six or seven years.”

“Yeah,” I parried, “we said the same thing about Keith Lee.”

Well, ye followers of collegiate cagers, pigskinners and liberos formerly known as Student Athletes, those snarkisms are now reality.

There’s a tight end on the Miami Hurricane squad whose first collegiate season was 2016. Continue reading Diss & Dat(a): Tuesday’s Riffs

Diss & Dat(a): $$$$ Part Zwei

So after he made reference of the boatload of moolah 502Circle threw at Kasean Pryor to complete his student athleticism at U of L, and not under The Rick or Coach Cal, I inquired of Glorious Editor how much?

He gave me a ballpark reference. Hint: A lot.

At which time, I thought maybe Ol’ Seedy should enter the portal, see what a defection down the road might bring were I to convert to Bluediasm?

GE saw through my ruse. He knew it was but a feign. Offered me not a nanofarthing uptick in the pittance I get for dodging my readers’ barbs.

So, here I sit, tethered to my red & black keyboard, buying my vittles on time at the company store, to which I owe my soul.

But excited for next academic/athletic year. Which can’t come soon enough. Continue reading Diss & Dat(a): $$$$ Part Zwei

Seedy K’s Hoopaholic Hiatus Warning

So, yeah, you loyal readers, especially the ones at the Chron, you won’t have me to kick around for the next couple weeks.

Which one hopes you might have already discerned from the photo up top, an image of you now know where I’ll be if you didn’t already know.

So, say, next Thursday morning at 11:30 when you are at work, or you’re lookin’ for some bloggoid type to vent your spleen toward, I’ll be sipping on a frozen latte, perhaps not being able to wait also savoring a crawfish strudel, and be either at Gentilly Stage listening to the New Orleans Suspects, or in the Blues Tent with Tin Men, or in the Gospel Tent where I often start the Fest, along with more fellow Hebrews than you’d imagine, praying along with Melvin “Maestro” Winfield Jr and The Glory Chorale Community Choir.

Just a way of saying thanks to the Lord for the blessing of JazzFest. This, my 35th.

Maybe at the Lagniappe Stage.

But before I go . . . Continue reading Seedy K’s Hoopaholic Hiatus Warning

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Final Four

That’s right, kids.

No typo.

We’re down to four.

Two championships on the line.

The one everybody is talking about, because The World Wide Leader has started a couple new feeds, just so you can hear some junior high school announcers on the upper peninsula broadcasting their version of the Wolverines battle Monday night.

And, Sunday afternoon’s battle which only those of us with a shrine in the corner of our den to Bronconagurskius, the Greek God of Football.

The South Dakota State Jackrabbits vs. Montana Grizzlies for the FCS crown.

Before I advise who shall prevail, a quick boastful recap of how I’m doing so far this postseason with my predictioneering.

I followed a 4-1 W/L for lesser bowls with yet another weekend of success.

Ole Miss over the Nittany Lions. Georgia in a walkover, which admittedly was taking candy from a baby. Clemson over UK, be still my beating heart.

In the biggies, UDub again prevailed as an underdog. Guess Texas isn’t as all the way back as the Burnt Orange cloud would like to believe. I liked the Crimson Tide, so there’s the blemish. Sometime purer evil wins out.

The winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Final Four

Seedy K’s P P P: Fun is Bowling, Part Deux

So, in my first foray this season into the wild wacky world of telling folks who they might think about wagering on during bowl mania, I did better than OK.

On its face.

4-1.

Sometimes statistics lie, don’t tell the whole tale. Like Jack Plummer’s glossy at first blush completion percentage last night.

Kansas won. ✓

West Virginia won. ✓

Oklahoma State won. ✓

Virginia Tech won. ✓

All good, but . . .

. . . but that lone L, that was, sigh, my team. I never pick against the Cardinals, except in the most obvious of situations. Opening the year with Alabama. Against the natty winning Clemson teams. Otherwise, it’s bad karma.

I was skeptical about U of L’s chances going in against the Trojans. But prognosticated a  Cards W anyway. I’m a fan. No transfer portal here.

Instant karma struck with terrible swift sword. If ever there was an apt mascot for a team, Trojans was it last night. SoCal snuck in with a bunch of 2d and 3d teamers, who were way more than up to the task.

But, now that that’s over with, I can sit back, eat too many snacks, drink too many diet drinks, and spend too much time in my Stressless™ recliner watching the rest of the games. Where any rooting interest I have, or will develop during a game, will be without enduring emotion, and dissipate with the mayo drop.

More winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s P P P: Fun is Bowling, Part Deux

Louisville CardFile: Southern Cal

The point spread — U of L minus 7 1/2 more or less with some movement — never made sense to me.

Most of the national pundits fell in line. A headscratcher.

As unexpectedly successful as Jeff Brohm’s first season had been leading up to the Holiday Bowl, it just seemed weird.

That instinct, unfortunately, was well placed.

Louisville 28, USC 42. Continue reading Louisville CardFile: Southern Cal

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Fun is Bowling

I should have known things weren’t going to end well back during Championship Week.

The morning I was to sit down and knock out my picks, after consuming reams of AI compiled data (From Buck’s Dollar Discount Data Mart not Watson), I got a visit from the emissary of my landlord, who is some rich dude named John Beresford Tipton.

I had to move immediately due to some hazmat situation. They’d found me some space in another property of theirs, Nakatomi Plaza. All well and good, except that on the day in question, there was no internet connection. So I had to write out my picks in longhand, and fax them into my editors, who transposed them.

Alas, given all that it’s not misunderstandable that I only predicted one title game correctly — Texas in the Big 12. Meanwhile the Quack, Bulldogs, Runnin’ Rebels and Cardinals all fell.

1-4, meaning I ended the regular season 48 right, 29 wrong.

Not bad, despite the woeful finish.

So, here I sit trying to work in my new digs on, yes, Christmas Eve. I obviously have no other life than to entertain and illuminate my loyal readership.

Earlier this evening, from the floor above, I could hear the cacophony of Zentonic Corp’s party. Since this guy Clay Vanstone invited me when we shared an elevator, I checked it out, for a few minutes anyway. I’m no longer a drinker, but was bemused at the sight of couples slinking into offices, closing doors and locking them, as secretaries slide down stairway bannisters with champagne flutes in their hands.

I took my leave.

Back at my desk, I heard what sounded like shattering window glass from several floors above. Then disturbing sounds, which resonated more like gunshots than corks. Something is going on. I can hear sirens, and see lots of police cars gathering outside.

So, before ill befalls me, I’m going to finish these picks.

My Christmas gift to you: Winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Fun is Bowling

Louisville CardFile: Florida State

Don’t be expecting any in depth analysis here.

It’s late. I’m tired. My eyes are bloodshot from 24 hours of football. It’s well past my bedtime. My stomach hurts because I ate way too much popcorn out of nervousness.

I have no desire to have to wake up in the morning and write about this thing.

And, I’m bummed.

Because the Louisville Cardinals lost their second game in a row in one of the least exciting exhibitions of football I’ve ever seen. Even Joe Tessitore couldn’t muster his usual faux exuberance, though he tried.

Louisville 6, Florida State 16.

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One guy’s take, mine:

Jack Plummer’s pick in the endzone on a drive that started at the Florida State 12 after the Cards smothered the Seminole punter was Not the biggest play of the game. Continue reading Louisville CardFile: Florida State

Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Championships

During Rivalry Week (minus West Point vs. Annapolis), the last weekend of the “regular” season, this happened as it pertains to what goes on in this space.

Louisville lost.

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Excuse me, I needed to go wretch one more time.

Ohio State lost.

Washington won, but their QB couldn’t watch.

The lock of the weekend, NC State wrote and printed out Mack Brown’s resignation letter. Though who knows if he’ll sign it or not?

U of L lost.

James Madison won. And, later thanks to a loophole in NC2A regs, shall go bowling. Fun is Bowling, don’t ya know. (The most jealous man in the land: Scotty Davenport.)

UConn could. UMess remains in need of HazMat cleanup.

(Breaking News): We break into our regularly scheduled tomfoolery to report that one Robert Petrino has been rehired at the University of Arkansas. Neck braces for all. He’s the new OC, and all matters considered, Coach In Waiting. It has not been reported whether his duties will include hiring of graduate assistants. Tis a holiday gift that surely will keep on giving, proof that the Oh So Great & Glorious Greek God of College Pigskin Bronconagurskius exists and still rules the gridiron.) 

Did I mention my Cardinals fell to . . . that other school?

Anyhow 4-2 lifts me to 47-24 on the year.

Here are some are some conference champions: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Championships

U of L CardFile: Kentucky

On the opening play of Louisville’s defeat to arch rival UK, a Cardinal special teamer committed an unsportsmanlike act. He reacted to a Wildcat’s woofing with a swing at the fellow’s head.

The Cardinal player’s name does not matter. He was far from the only one who who was amped up to the point where it affected focus and winning judgement.

That Kentucky did not score that possession really does not matter either.

The miscue did foretell what would be the significant play of the 31-38 defeat.

A lack of intention by the kickoff teams to prioritize the task at hand.

Louisville, up an obviously wobbly 10-7, received the opening kickoff after intermission.

The Cards had two returners back. Neither, as best I recall, signaled for a fair catch as the ball landed in the end zone. Instead of immediately going to down it, there by protecting the possession, it bounced around the end zone, until one finally beat a Wildcat to the ball.

Focus. Or, lack thereof. Continue reading U of L CardFile: Kentucky